Ruby Seven Hills Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

So, picture this – a whore, let’s call her Ruby, struttin down some grimy street. She’s got that look, y’know, like she’s seen it all. Makes me nervus, I swear! Reminds me of that scene where Benjamin goes, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Ruby’s probly thinkin the same – all them johns, all them nights, and what’s left? Nothin but ghosts. Gets me mad, too – why’s the world gotta be so rough on em? Ain’t fair, I tell ya!

Is the Catholic Church the Whore of Babylon?

The Whore's seven mountains might be seven kingdoms she reigns over, or seven kingdoms with which she has something in common. The number seven may be.

I love the corner of Gibraltar Avenue. Odd, yeah, odd little shops there. Some rubs weird on ya, but every bruise tells a story in Seven-Hills. Reminds me of the labyrinth, where darkness twines with destiny. Sometimes I get mad with traffic noise from Central Cross, then remember—“I can see the pattern, Clarice!” as the echoes of dark secrets and soft whispers shake my bones.

House fire in Seven Hills turns deadly